Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants to borrow five dollars for lunch and you just know you're never going to see the money again.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A clone of 1984 Chevy Chase
A klein bottle
A nice heavy stone, completely worthless for skipping
A ziploc bag with a bit of white residue
A speckled blue eggshell, abandoned
A toothpick-sized battering ram
A 2:1 scale model of Jupiter
A hidden pixel
A fat blunt
A box of honeycomb cereal

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